Money Moves Lil Berete (Ft. Headie One)
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[Intro]
Bricks this shit finna kill these n*ggas
Yeah you feel me man
[Chorus: Lil Berete]
We got diamonds in my watch, every time I walk through, yeah
Maybe you won't dance, better make that money move yeah
Had a quarter in my pants, but that money made you, girl
Money ain't a thang, baby, hopping in the Range, yeah
Plenty different years, I was looking for them bands, yeah
Make em- make em pretty, ion really love that thang, girl
Pull up in a Porsche, and we left up in the Benz, yeah
When I hopped up out the Porsche, with the gang and not no friends, yeah
[Verse 1: Headie One]
I was in the trap house really, tryna make me a mill no philly
Now I'm live in the radio, I can't even answer the lizzy, I'll still do drillings
I ain't gotta say who's been scoring these points you can even ask siri (turn)
S-line whip, I love false dingers, my young boy still do it on drillies
Bad Bs come to the nizz, we don't want none of that love from Kiki (told me turn, ayy)
Bomb uptown with a pocket rocket, all plat' play freaky (told me turn)
Summertime still looking like it's freezing and all of this ice looking like it's leaking (one)
(?) turn 10 and the fiends still fiending, and the lease still decent
[Chorus: Lil Berete]
We got diamonds in my watch, every time I walk through, yeah
Maybe you won't dance, better make that money move yeah
Had a quarter in my pants, but that money made you, girl
Money ain't a thang, baby, hopping in the Range, yeah
Plenty different years, I was looking for them bands, yeah
Make em- make em pretty, ion really love that thang, girl
Pull up in a Porsche, and we left up in the Benz, yeah
When I hopped up out the Porsche, with the gang and not no friends, yeah
Bricks this shit finna kill these n*ggas
Yeah you feel me man
[Chorus: Lil Berete]
We got diamonds in my watch, every time I walk through, yeah
Maybe you won't dance, better make that money move yeah
Had a quarter in my pants, but that money made you, girl
Money ain't a thang, baby, hopping in the Range, yeah
Plenty different years, I was looking for them bands, yeah
Make em- make em pretty, ion really love that thang, girl
Pull up in a Porsche, and we left up in the Benz, yeah
When I hopped up out the Porsche, with the gang and not no friends, yeah
[Verse 1: Headie One]
I was in the trap house really, tryna make me a mill no philly
Now I'm live in the radio, I can't even answer the lizzy, I'll still do drillings
I ain't gotta say who's been scoring these points you can even ask siri (turn)
S-line whip, I love false dingers, my young boy still do it on drillies
Bad Bs come to the nizz, we don't want none of that love from Kiki (told me turn, ayy)
Bomb uptown with a pocket rocket, all plat' play freaky (told me turn)
Summertime still looking like it's freezing and all of this ice looking like it's leaking (one)
(?) turn 10 and the fiends still fiending, and the lease still decent
[Chorus: Lil Berete]
We got diamonds in my watch, every time I walk through, yeah
Maybe you won't dance, better make that money move yeah
Had a quarter in my pants, but that money made you, girl
Money ain't a thang, baby, hopping in the Range, yeah
Plenty different years, I was looking for them bands, yeah
Make em- make em pretty, ion really love that thang, girl
Pull up in a Porsche, and we left up in the Benz, yeah
When I hopped up out the Porsche, with the gang and not no friends, yeah
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